Blayze Harroway
Blayze Harrowway
A teen with Pyrokinesis(the ability to create and control fire).
Physical Description
Special abilities
Pyrokinesis
Apparel & Accessories
Always wears his Grandfather's watch
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Parents left at an orphanage at 6 years old so he would be "safe" from them. Grew up a pretty normal life for the past 10 years he's lived at the orphanage, watching other children being left there as well. He swore he would protect them all and give them a good life while they lived there.
Education
Self educated.
Employment
Works at the bar down the road from the orphanage.
Failures & Embarrassments
Basically entire life.
Mental Trauma
Finding out about his powers. Watching his brother figure beaten to pulp.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Protecting Xander. Keeping his powers a secret.
Hygiene
Not the cleanest person
Social
Hobbies & Pets
Has a dog named Ember
Relationships
History
Best friends since the "incident" in 2nd grade
Commonalities & Shared Interests
Both play the same sports
Shared Secrets
It wouldn't be a secret if you knew...
Birthplace
Chicago
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Chicago
Gender
Male
Eyes
Hazel
Hair
Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tan
Height
5'8
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Journal Entry #1
Being an orphan sucks and at the same time I love it. No don't get me wrong, I don't like being an orphan, I like my family, well i guess they aren't really family but when you live with people for so long, you're family. I live in an orphanage with 15 boys, all 16 and under, me being the oldest. Xander is 7, he's the reason I stay here. Xander came to the orphanage about 3 years ago. I remember the day like it was yesterday.
The doorbell rang throughout the house, Mrs. Berger and I went to the front door to see who was there. Right as I got to the door a weeping child was being shoved through the entrance. Mrs. Berger approached the child and wrapped him in her arms. I stuck my head out the door to see if I could find the child's parents. They were long gone, from what I could see. On my way to the kitchen I glanced at the crying boy as I walked away. Just as everything was getting into a rhythm, a sobbing scrawny kid comes pushed through the door. Why does this always happen to me? "Blayze, could you set up another bed for the kid?" Mrs. Berger askes. "Only if he can sleep on the floor. We don't have anymore bedding." I reply flatly. "Just figure something out." she sighs while leaving the room. I make my way up the stairs, once I get into the bedroom I saunter over to the couch with some sheets and blankets and make the bed..ish... thing.
Once night falls and the younger kids are getting ready for bed, Mrs. Berger carries the little boy to the bed and tucks him in telling him to get me if he needs anything. I roll my eyes at her remarks and head down stairs. I settle down on the couch. A few minutes later Mrs. Berger comes down and sits on the couch across from me, "He hasn't talked at all." she says, breaking the silence. "So?", I reply. "Blayze Harroway" she hisses, "What is going on with you?". "Nothing....I just don't see why the kid is so sad. Every other kid has been fine by now and this kid won't even talk." I say, crossing my arms. "Just stop. You know better than anyone else here, what that little kid is going through. Don't judge him so quickly. And stop being so hypocritical. Do you remember when you first got here?" She retorts, hotly. I don't respond. I don't know what to say. I'm definitely not going to tell her she's right, although she maybe be. Just a little. I lay in my bed trying to still mad about what Mrs. Berger said but I'm not, she's right. All that I think about that night is the kid.
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